Luzes da Cidade

sábado, 25 de julho de 2009

No there is before nor later

No there is before nor later
there is the present moment
among both of us distant physically
together in thoughts in opposed winds
be breeze in my storm
I am the root that pursues their petals
while I am earth you are the sprinkled air
of the more noblemen perfumes
Only enter in the two
no there is before nor later
past to lament or to exaggerated future
to dream or to fear
there is the instant the during the time mutant
your glance that freezes
mine your voice that I imagine friendly
that I wake up

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